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Premium Member Anticipation!

Some things in life we face with gratification and anticipation,
Tho' other events we eye with trepidation and frustration!
For instance, we look forward to that long-awaited vacation,
But a visitation to the dentist we approach with hesitation!

A preacher pounds the pulpit preaching the merits of salvation.
Alas, his flock anticipates the potluck, ignoring his exhortation!
Most folks strive to live a moral life to avoid eternal damnation,
Hoping to dwell in the Promised Land upon their expiration!

Folks are smitten with admiration for a new administration,
But forsake party affiliation when faced with inflation and taxation!
Dreamy-eyed brides look forward to their wedding celebration,
Tho' grooms may have second thoughts about such an obligation!

New recruits are engrossed with the recruiter's orientation,
But learn all too late that it was just so much obfuscation!
Some desire a military career but soon come to the realization,
That it requires lots of perspiration with paltry compensation!

Workers look forward to retirement after a ho-hum occupation,
To fulfill their aspiration of procrastination and relaxation!
Whether we confront it with exhilaration or abject exasperation,
'Tis a phenomenal phenomenon, this thing called anticipation!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme


If My Life Was Upside Down

if my life was upside down
 i'd bump my head against the ground 

i'd trip over ceiling fans 
and i'd shake feet insted of hands 

i wouldnt keep any pocket change 
but i would keep a blood rushed brain 

every smile would be a frown 
living life upside down

life upside down would be a mess 
confusing your right from my left 

people would say bottoms up 
but if i did i would spill my cup 

it sure would be funny when friends came around 
they wouldn't ask whats up? 
they would sarcastically ask whats down 

for those of you.....who wake up in bed 
in the morning when i wake,.... i wake down insted 

people always tell me to keep my head up high 
i look at them with resentment and walk away and sigh 

pictures never seem to stay when i hang them on the wall 
being upside down they always seem to fall 

i always have a hard time writing what i say 
and when i use my pen the ink flows the other way

its funny how people complain about how life keeps them down 
but they haven't experienced living life upside down
Form: Rhyme

The 7 Deadly Sins

I've tried to make a list
Of the seven deadly sins
Now pay very close attention
To where this list begins

The number one sin
Much worse than them all
Is never marry a woman
Til you meet your mother-in-law

The number two sin
Is almost just as bad
Never say, "Who's the father?"
When you become a dad

The number three sin
Is probably very well known
Never forget your magazine
When going to the throne

The number four sin
Unless you've hidden the bat
Never tell your wife 
She might be getting fat

The number five sin
When it's time to watch the super bowl
Never let your chick flick wife
Get the remote control

The number six sin
And this one I'll repeat
Before you leave the bathroom
Put down the toliet seat

The number seven sin
Last but certainly not least
Never tell you wife
Your paycheck has increased

If you commit just one of these
Not only will you fail
But life is over as you know it
For she'll make your life pure well, ( you know )
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Faitytales

A fairytale's life is not easy
And yet they never complain
We read their many adventures
And they always entertain

Humpty dumpty sat on a wall
Well, you know this is gonna hurt
He broke in a million pieces
As he tumbled into the dirt

Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
I don't even know what that is
Now all of you pay attention
For tomorrow they'll be a quiz

Then there's Little Red Riding Hood
Who took Granny something sweet
She didn't know the wolf was Granny
And looking for something to eat

Then we have Little Bo Peep
We all know what she did
Maybe the sheep weren't lost at all
But all of them maybe just hid

Well, this is the end of my poem
Did I mention Jack and Jill
I wish they'd get back with that water
Cause I'm not climbing that hill

So if you thought your life was hard
And the fairytale life looks great
It's time to tell your own story
And the rest of us just can't wait
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Curse

The first thing to go is your eyesight
Then your appetite goes away
You feel like you're gonna be sick
Each and every day

Your hearing then betrays you
Just a horrible screaching sound
You hear it all the time
Even if no one's around

Your memory stays intact for now
But this could be a curse
Your already deaf, blind and sick
How could it get any worse

Sometimes, you even sit and stare
As drool runs down your chin
You pray that death comes quickly
So all your suffering will end

Your life no longer has meaning
You're just an empty shell
You try to forget all the nightmares
While living your own private hell

"What did I do to deserve this?"
You often ask yourself why
You think of the way things could have been
Then you hang your head and cry

This is the life that most men will live
Though it doesn't happen to all
But this was the way it was for me
When I first met my mother-in-law
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Phone

Stories I could tell

Secrets I could share

Would shame the hearts of many

Gossiping words

Sordid affairs

I am blessed to hear plenty

One never knows 

What secrets revealed

When thoughts of one receiving

This is a life

So many would covet

So many will never see

 

Tales of the rich 

Scheming and trades

Loss of love and grievance

What many will do 

At the price of a dime

Would shatter the hearts of millions

Yet I will never share 

Words received in my care

Entrusted but never forgotten

My lot in this life

To carry the strife

Words of the smitten

 

So this is my job

Believe it or not

Secrets safe with me

There is no one to share

The tales that I hear

This life is haunting me

Until I run out of storage and life

Rely solely in my favor

The life of a phone

One hell of a load

Who says that jobs are easy

An Alien Reports Human Contact

An Alien Reports Human Contact

A UFO pilot makes a report to his superiors about Earth.

By Elton Camp


The planet with bipedal life forms teems.
Their lives depend on an object, it seems.
It, in their possession, they always keep
Except not at the times when they sleep.

As soon as they begin to rove around,
It will emit a strange electronic sound.
To their ear opening they will it press.
And in speech sounds began to address.

Although it might seem rather odd,
It may be how they worship their god.
They talk a bit and then there’s a break.
Perhaps from their god instructions take.

A signal the life forms need not wait,
But communication can also initiate.
They enter numbers and press Send.
Once more, their worship may begin.

A planet with intelligence so low
Is no place that our race should go.
To come here, no profit can bring.
From them we can’t learn a thing.
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Van Down By the River

I once underwent a very intensive intervention
during that period in my childhood known as teenage rebellion.
I had a session with a great motivational speaker
who claimed to live in a van down by the river.
"I very much like you did the things you now do,"
he said with a tone very harshly delivered,
"I'm now 35 years old, divorced and flat broke
and I live in a van down by the river.
You think you're all that, but I assure you you're not.
Live your life the way you are and you won't amount to jack squat!
You will end up being what you never ever considered,
busted broke just like me and living miserably in a van down by the river."
This man truly did save me from a life of misery,
because if not for he I would have never ever considered
how great life can be, as I now live my life so care free
in my van down by the river.
Form: Rhyme

Two Friends

Mr. Georgy, Mr Porgy
Both were great friends in the field of apology.
Mr. Georgy frowned if questioned.
Mr. Porgy answered him with suggestion.
Both of them were ignorant in the beginning
But when they started studying they
found life very interesting.
Mr. Porgy learned in a few days
But when Mr. Georgy saw this he started losing his senses.
Mr. Porgy explained that some learn soon
and some learn slow.
Those of which learn slow
understand it thrice the more.
Sometimes lose and sometimes gain
For fantastic results we have to take some pain.
In a few days Mr. Georgy became popular in the city.
Mr. Porgy, Mr. Georgy both understood apology in reality.
One day both of them died out of heart attack narration,
Now they are in the heaven discussing
the happy- active life with attention.
© Gargi Saha  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Conversation With My Doctor

The doctor said, “You are in tremendous health for a man of sixty years old.
Did your father live a long life himself before his days were told?”
“I’m sorry doctor, did I say he was dead?  My father is still very much alive,
“In fact he’s living an active life as a man of eighty-five.”

“That’s wonderful,” said the doctor, “Great to hear, did his father live a long life too?”
“I’m sorry doctor, did I say he was dead?  My grandfather is a hundred and two.”
“In fact,” I said, “He’s getting married tomorrow to a girl who is thirty three.
He satisfies her in many ways, including sexually.”

“Oh my gosh, why get married again, when you are a hundred and two?”
“I’m sorry doctor,” I repeated again, “Did I say he wanted to?”
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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